Page 20 of Gentleman Wanted
“I don’t.” She kissed me again. “At least I don’t mean to.”
“Then why do you keep doing it. I’m not going to force myself on you, Gemma. You know me better than that, so what is it?”
“I don’t know. I just don’t want to rush things and spoil it.”
Crushing her back to my chest, I pressed my lips to her hair. “Baby, we are going to be amazing together. If we are going to be a couple, you need to start trusting me.” I winked, and she giggled. “I’ll make it good for you, Gem.”
“I know you will. We will get there, ok?” Pulling away slightly, she kissed my lips one last time before she stepped away. “You don’t have to propose just to get into my knickers, though, Gent. That’s taking it a little too far.”
I recoiled. She thought I was joking.
Fuck.
She thought I was joking.
